A snail crawls
up the Adirondack chair leg
stretches its neck, scooches
forward, now sideways, or is it up
side down? Its feelers—almost antlers—
do a 360, the move forward
sure, I’m sure,
of its destination.
The heart wants what it wants, whether
you’re Selena Gomez or a summer snail.
It knows what it’s doing.
Those antlers are eyes.
I liked the line break after “up”!
This reminds me of a book I read last year or so, The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating. Ever read it?
No, but it looks great! I’ll put that one on my list, Monica.
“those antlers are eyes.” I probably will never look at a snail in the same way again….